Killian's POV
Isla screamed as she jumped out of my arms, clutching the duvet to her body like it was her last defense.
She pulled it tight against her chest, her eyes wide and darting as though the floor might open up and swallow her.
"Trust me or not, we didn’t do anything," I said, my voice calm, almost lazy, as I stretched out on the bed.
The morning light slanted across my shoulders, and I tugged the bedsheet away from myself, letting it fall. My bare chest caught her gaze for a split second before she turned away, her face burning.
Her hands flew up to cover her cheeks.
"Don’t act like you’ve never seen me like this," I said, leaning back against the headboard with a grin tugging at the corner of my mouth. "You came home last night after you told Liam to come back. You kisse
